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[Lloyd
I just touched down, to concrete
I ain't even home and they 're talking me
out my ear if you talking
'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my chromey
My my Rolly
My Magnum my
Jamaica shawty
these I took in the gut yo
the 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck
my Pop dead, but he live through his son
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the
You know, wherever I go the gun go [Akon -
We on the grind (hey) all the (hey)
ain't bout to let a nigga and snatch mine
I a nine, you see the shine
I might let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper,
While I get this paper,
Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) celebrity
(Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a celebrity (Take your smile off)
Ghetto
aint nothing changed [Lloyd Banks]
The will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche
platinum hammer the

wreck the up, I'm too tough
that city grammer
step jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all these niggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, half of their day on
lay on, niggas for days, just shots on
my sound knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping the ground too hot

they spot me, they chase a nigga down two
two shots in the air for that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof
green guap galore, in and out of new
bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem]
there are insults in my head
to fill up a jar
and it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start
you 'll see me again, Amelia Earhart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a unfair start
I'm past for me, guess I just be grounded up
like round or a pound of chuck
wound as fuck
till the marshalls come shut
Fire marshall 'em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up
and stop around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound
calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your dick
is she up to scew and down to
it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a of smut
with a thousand wrapped with muzzles
running through a of muts
otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my butt
and aint shit changed, my shit still dont player
my farts may become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a paler
poster child for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor yeah, see me up all in your means I 'ma rape her, all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table
scraps to her
I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!